What I did this week

*UPDATE AT END OF BLOG*

Stacey Jay's blog shame-faced-ly presents...

What the author did this week...

*stress*

Check my email.

*stress*

Work on my new work in progress, decide it sucks, delete 500 words, rewrite 600 words, delete 100 words. Tread water, tread water, tread water.

*stress*

Check my email.

Check my twitter.

Check my other email.

Try to blog. Decide I hate myself and this blog. Troll the internet for creepy photos of Santa Claus. Make inappropriate jokes about Santa Claus with husband. Upload photos and then decide I should save that post for closer to the big day and promptly start hating myself and the blog again.

*stress*

Check all the email.

Write a lot of emails. Avoid the important interview emails because that would involve focusing and I can't do that because of--

Squirrel!!!

And also email....it must be chhhheeeeeeccckkkkeed. At least once very five minutes. (Or less. Fine. Yes! Less. Probably less.)

*stress*

Work on work in progress, decide it is brilliant, write 3000 words, delete all but 200 of them, decide I'm insane and no one will ever want to read a book about people like this. The heroine is insane, the hero has zits. Who is going to read this shit? And how nasty will they be about it on Goodreads.

Decide I hate Goodreads and google alert and myself and this blog and pictures of Santa Claus and actual Santa Claus and Christmas trees and their needles and winter and its long nights and coldness and general winter-y attitude and demeanor.

Check email.

Troll the internet for corsets and Neo Victorian clothing because that's what I'm obsessed with at the moment in addition to--

E-MAI-L. (Not one, but three important emails do I await. Three. Tis more than I can bear.)

*stress*

Go to acupuncture, be advised that I am stressed.

Check email in parking lot of acupuncture office.

Check email again.

Check twitter.

Torture self by clicking google alert links.

Torture self by reminding self of all the people who have not emailed, including those who you sent things and did they even receive them? You don't know because the world and their email accounts hate you. Hate!

Check email.

*stress*

Go see a movie in a rare display of fun-loving carefreeness, start to feel a little better...snuggle with boys on couch watching Disney princess movie (who would have thought you'd get to do that with boys! How awesome are they?). Make breakfast date with hubs. Make major breakthrough on WIP and get up to 13k. Decide to climb down from the ceiling and be less of a freak and step away from the internet but first...a blog...

But what to blog about when you've wasted most of the week being sucked into the pointless stress/goodreads will eat your soul/I am so full of stupid I fart stupid in my sleep/no one loves me/all signs point toward certain doom shame vortex?

*lays blog before you*

*ducks out the back door without a glance back, determined not to repeat the folly of this stupid week*

*gives email the finger on the way out*

*UPDATED TO ADD: I wrote this entry and the very next morning a very important, very shiny, and very thrilling email appeared in my inbox, so feel free to laugh at my stress and angst for it is no more! Hope to be able to share the news soon.